Time is an antidote, perhaps even more of a poison.
One day, one month, one year... In countless days full of longing, I thought I had forgotten love. And when the person she once loved appeared suddenly in front of her, many doubts came to her mind. Will she choose to hold hands or turn around and leave?
He is no longer the same person he was back then, and neither is she... Maybe all the love, hate, and hatred will just slowly dissipate with the passage of time, and the clouds will be calm and the wind will be gentle!